What is it about vacations and poor eating habits? They seem to go hand in hand. We went to Grand Forks for a few days and stayed at the Holiday Inn (it was a rat-hole, don't go there.)
I craved salt the entire time. DAMN YOU SALT, you wicked yet beautiful mineral.
Yeah, and look what I can do.
Heehee, I ate that cheezie afterwards. I don't care. Tease me. Whatever.
Me and my jiggle belly are going to go lay on the couch now and only eat celery for a few days.
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